Emily’s POV

I sat there, staring at him, trying so damn hard to keep my face blank. To stop my throat from tightening, to stop the sting behind my eyes.

I wouldn’t let him see it.

I wouldn’t let him win.

Because God help me, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe every word he said…that he loved me, that he saw me, that this wasn’t just about sex. And for a second, just a second, I almost let myself feel it.

But I knew better.

I knew what happened when you let someone in. When you let yourself believe in love, in forever, in happy endings.

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